Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is going to HyperPoke you.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A crate of ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
A VHS tape labeled "The Hacienda 11th Grade"
The International Space Station
A Stolen Rosemary
An ancient fertility statue modeled after Emily Blunt
A picture of paper, or maybe snow... or a ghost
A set of earplugs (with earwax)
A pint of Ben and Jerry "Sarcophagus Black Ooze" flavored ice cream
A signed first-edition hardcover copy of Sailor Moon: American Kitsune by David Gonterman
A lock of Vladimir Lenin's Hair, with certificate of authenticity

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